#crossoverimagine

Sam let out a frustrated huff. "Y/N, come on, we're only trying-"

"To help?" You finished for him. "Yeah, I got that." You shrugged, shoving your hands into your jean pockets. "I'm not some helpless little girl, you need to protect."

"That's not what, we're saying...At all." Bucky frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

Sighing, you let your shoulders drop in defeat. Dropping your gaze down towards your shoes, you let your mind ponder the pros and cons.

"There are ... There are things you don't understand." You muttered.

Sam chuckled. "Seriously? We fought, Thanos, got wiped away by a snap... There's nothing we haven't seen." He smiled placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I....I highly doubt that." You sighed. "Fine, but we have to talk to the being in charge first."

Walking away from the men, you paused before turning towards them expectantly. "Come on."

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Standing before the big house, you let out a sigh.

"I see you brought some friends." A familiar voice spoke from behind you. "Not to mention, it's against the rules."

Gasping, you whirled around on your heels turning to face him. "Chiron-"

Coming closer towards you, he examined both Sam and Bucky a tad closer. "So, these are some of your Avenger friends."

Opening and closing your mouth several times, you glanced at the Two men. Both sending you a concerned gaze. Nodding your head, you acknowledged his statement.

"Well." He spoke, standing up straighter. "There's not much I can do, since they're already here," Chiron spoke, sending you a subtle wink.

A sly grin made its way upon your lips. "Th..Thank you." You stuttered.

"Come on, there are a few people I want you to meet."

Walking through the camp, you gave them a fast-paced tour. Leading them to the arena, you stood between them, watching Percy compete in the course.

Gazing at the stands, your eyes locked with Annabeth's. Sending her a soft smile, you led them towards where she was sitting.

"How's he doing?" You questioned.

She chuckled. "Better than usual, but you know how his ego can get."

Leaning forward, her eyebrows crushed together, as she gazed at Sam and Bucky. "And they are?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed, bringing your attention back. "This is Sam and Bucky. They're Avengers."

"Huh." She nodded before returning to her normal position. "How'd you pull that one off?"

Giggling, you shrugged before jumping to your feet with Annabeth and Grower, attempting to cheer Percy on.

Once Clarisse had won, the arena cleared out, leaving the seven of you alone.

"So these are your other friends?" Percy questioned panting slightly.

"Uh-Huh." You hummed.

"Nice to meet you." Percy shook both of their hands. "I'm Y/N's-"

"Perry Johnson! There you are." Dionysus exclaimed racing up to the group. "I have a very important quest for you." He spoke handing Percy the broom before he glanced around expectantly.

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"So..." Your voice trailed off. "This...This is your new brother?" You raised an eyebrow in question. "A....Cyclopes."

"I guess Posiden had more than one kid." Grover chimed in.

As Tyson was telling the story of how he was claimed by Poseidon, you glanced around the table before locking eyes with a pair of cerulean ones.

Quickly averting your gaze, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach while your heat danced upon your cheeks.

Clarisse bounded over to your table, with a toothy grin plastered along her lips.

"Well, look who has a new brother," Clarisse spoke happily. "And I can see he has his daddy's eyes." She grinned evilly. "Well, eye."

The sound of giggles erupted from other tables filled the air. Frowning, you felt a ping of sadness for Tyson.

"You should really get him some sprayable mist." She chuckled.

Frowning, Tyson quickly reached into his bag, putting on his darkened sunglasses.

"Anyway, kinda interesting timing don't ya think? Maybe Poseidon decided he needed another son.." Her grin only seemed to grow. "To you know...Represent."

"Bull." Tyson spoke.

Clarisse's stance immediately changed to defensive. "Excuse me?"

"Smells like bull." Tyson repeated.

Seconds later, the tables jumped. Exchanging confused glances, it happened a few more times.

"We got barrier action!" Clarisse spoke, racing off in the direction of the bull.

Standing in your group, the camp shield jolted with each hit.

"That's so awesome." Clarisse grinned.

It wasn't much longer before the sound of glass shattering filled the air. The mechanical bull heading straight towards the gathered campers.

"Run!"

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“I...I don’t know, Harvey.” You shrugged as you at on the edge of Sweetwater River. 

“Come on, Y/N/N.” He nudged your shoulder slightly with his. “It’ll be fun. Besides, we haven’t had any Harvey, Y/N, time lately.”

Turning to face your friend, you gave him a knowing look. “Harvey. There’s a reason for that. Look what time it is.”

Harvey’s lips became etched in a frown. He knew you had a point. 

You and Harvey were only able to hangout certain days of the week during certain times. Usually, it being early mornings on Sunday’s.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he shook his head slightly. “I know.”

“How’s my sister doing?” You questioned, attempting to lift the conversation. 

“She’s...She’s good.” Harvey grinned. “She’s like the unofficial leader of Baxton High.”

You giggled. “Sounds like my sister.”

“She misses you.”

“I doubt that. She probably doesn’t even notice that I’m gone.”

The sound of passing cars, interrupted Harvey from responding. 

“I...I guess that’s my cue.” 

You nodded in agreement. Meeting with Harvey was always a good start to your weeks. It made you a little sad that it was always for an allotted time, but you’d take what you could get. 

Sighing, you both stood up retreating to your respected vehicles. Driving to through the South Side, you decided to pay a few Serpents a visit. 

“Juggie.” You called through the door. “Open up.”

Jugheads groan could be heard through the door. “What are you doing up at Seven AM on a Sunday?”

You shrugged happily in response. “Watcha doing?” You asked rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. 

“Shutting the door in your face.”

You chuckled. “I’ll just keep knocking.”

“You know, I think Sweet Pea might be awake.” Jughead called through the door.

Rolling your eyes, you knew for a fact, Sweets wouldn’t be up, but you went to his trailer anyways.

Knocking on the door, you were met with a very groggy Sweet Pea.

“Hiya, Sweets.”

“What the hell are you doing here so early?” He grumbled.

“I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

“Whatever.” He responded, too tired to give you a decide comeback. Sweet Pea moved away from the door leaving it open and inviting.

Walking into his trailer, you quickly toed off your shoes, before venturing into his bedroom. Lifting the covers, you crawled underneath, laying on your side. Sweet Pea promptly threw his arm around your waist, as he tugged you back into him. Your friends often classified your relationship with Sweet Pea as a ‘Flirationship,’ not quite a friendship and not quite a relationship.

“You smell good.” Sweet Pea mumbled into your neck.

Quiet giggles fell from your lips. “That’s sweets. So do you.”

A yawn escaped your lips, as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as you welcomed the warmth that radiated off of Sweet pea. 

The sound of someone banging on his front door startled both of you awake. Jolting from your sleep, you were surprised that you had fallen asleep.

“Sweet Pea!” The voice called. “Open up!”

Groaning, he got out of bed to open the door. 

Jughead, Toni, FP and Fangs all filed into his living room. Mirroring Sweet Pea’s actions, you got up to join your friends. 

“We have to go to Greendale.” Toni spoke. 

You had just caught the tail end of the conversation, but you heard enough to cause ice course through your veins, as fear washed over you.

“No!” You exclaimed. “Er...I mean..”

“Why don’t you want us to go to Greendale?” Jughead questioned raising his eyebrow.

You scoffed. “I’m sure you’ve all heard the legends of Greendale.”

“No?”

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “You...You can’t go there.”

“You’ve made that abundantly clear.” 

“It’s basically Hell on earth!” You argued.

Jughead snorted. “Everyone thinks that of every small town.” He rolled his eyes.

“No, you don’t understand. When Lucifer fell....He landed in Greendale.”

“So?”

“So, that means that Greendale is basically a portal....Portal to Hell.” Your voice trailed off.

“How do you know so much about Greendale?”

“I...I just do, okay?” You rushed out. “You don’t know what dangers are lurking there.”

“And you do?”

“It’s complicated.” You shrugged nonchalantly. 

“No way, you don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and then clam up!” Jughead raised his voice.

“I-”

You were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking. Sweet Pea let out a sigh, before opening the door.

“I’m looking for Y/N.” 

“Uh, Y/N? It’s for you?” Sweet Pea spoke in confusion, gazing at you over his shoulder.

Meeting him at the door, you gasped to see who was on the otherside.

“Aunt Hilda?”

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